Post by Loogs on May 5, 2016 3:30:22 GMT -5
Undisclosed location, USA
“Tell me how your investigation went, Ka’ina.”
The reigning Queen of Raiixia sat across from her most trusted royal advisor with her elegantly bejeweled hands folded in front of her. Between them, on top of the dining table, was a basket of fresh fruit they were sharing. Marimai reached for a particularly inviting strawberry and nibbled the end off of it, but frowned and puckered her mouth upon the unexpected tartness of the fruit.
“The investigation, uh… It’s not good.” Ka’inamei wore a somber expression as she tried to figure out the best way to break the news to her. “Well, half of it, anyway. The other half isn’t very rosy either, but—“
“Please just tell me what you found, Ka’ina. It’s alright.”
“Well, um…” Ka’inamei paused for her own sake this time, to brace herself emotionally. “We looked into all the records, and we managed to track down your sons’ adoptive parents.”
Marimai’s face brightened noticeably. “Ka’ina, that’s truly incredible. I must commend you. There are people who couldn’t do in their lifetimes what you managed to do in a paltry two months. Do go on.”
Ka’inamei presented the first of two dossiers to the queen. “One of your sons was adopted by a couple named Mordechai and Rivkah Galetsky, living in Woodridge, New York.” She opened the manila folder and handed Marimai the birth certificate of one Dimitri Eliezer Galetsky.
“What a nice name.” Marimai pored over the rest of the dossier. She cooed over the photographs and glimpsed into the life of Dimitri, a reserved young boy, on his family’s farm, attending Shabbat services at the synagogue, and playing with the family dog. ”Dimitri was a nice boy, always mindful of anyone in need. He was very bright and loved to study Torah with his grandfather and his family every week. His father taught him how to carve wood…” As Marimai read through the Galetsky’s accounts of their son, a troubling thought began to surface in her mind.
“These accounts… They’re all in the past tense…” Marimai leafed through the rest of the dossier until she froze, a death certificate in her hands.
“Yes, that’s because… Dimitri passed away in 2003. A tragic, unfortunate accident while he was helping his parents on the farm.” Ka’inamei became silent. Marimai let the document fall from her grasp, biting her lip and holding back tears. She was about to reach out for Ka’inamei’s hand when she stopped herself, regaining her regal composure.
“Forgive me.” Marimai folded her hands in front of her again and looked back up at her lifelong confidant. “Please continue with your report.”
“Tell me how your investigation went, Ka’ina.”
The reigning Queen of Raiixia sat across from her most trusted royal advisor with her elegantly bejeweled hands folded in front of her. Between them, on top of the dining table, was a basket of fresh fruit they were sharing. Marimai reached for a particularly inviting strawberry and nibbled the end off of it, but frowned and puckered her mouth upon the unexpected tartness of the fruit.
“The investigation, uh… It’s not good.” Ka’inamei wore a somber expression as she tried to figure out the best way to break the news to her. “Well, half of it, anyway. The other half isn’t very rosy either, but—“
“Please just tell me what you found, Ka’ina. It’s alright.”
“Well, um…” Ka’inamei paused for her own sake this time, to brace herself emotionally. “We looked into all the records, and we managed to track down your sons’ adoptive parents.”
Marimai’s face brightened noticeably. “Ka’ina, that’s truly incredible. I must commend you. There are people who couldn’t do in their lifetimes what you managed to do in a paltry two months. Do go on.”
Ka’inamei presented the first of two dossiers to the queen. “One of your sons was adopted by a couple named Mordechai and Rivkah Galetsky, living in Woodridge, New York.” She opened the manila folder and handed Marimai the birth certificate of one Dimitri Eliezer Galetsky.
“What a nice name.” Marimai pored over the rest of the dossier. She cooed over the photographs and glimpsed into the life of Dimitri, a reserved young boy, on his family’s farm, attending Shabbat services at the synagogue, and playing with the family dog. ”Dimitri was a nice boy, always mindful of anyone in need. He was very bright and loved to study Torah with his grandfather and his family every week. His father taught him how to carve wood…” As Marimai read through the Galetsky’s accounts of their son, a troubling thought began to surface in her mind.
“These accounts… They’re all in the past tense…” Marimai leafed through the rest of the dossier until she froze, a death certificate in her hands.
“Yes, that’s because… Dimitri passed away in 2003. A tragic, unfortunate accident while he was helping his parents on the farm.” Ka’inamei became silent. Marimai let the document fall from her grasp, biting her lip and holding back tears. She was about to reach out for Ka’inamei’s hand when she stopped herself, regaining her regal composure.
“Forgive me.” Marimai folded her hands in front of her again and looked back up at her lifelong confidant. “Please continue with your report.”